Little Engine Lyrics Eminem
Little Engine Lyrics Eminem
[Alfred Hitchcock:]
I trust that everyone
is enjoying the music
As the title of the
album suggests
This was meant for
your listening pleasure
While you are being
done in
[Eminem:]
Call this evil
intent, like me in a limo (Yeah)
Like the shade in
these windows
Smoke gray, ladies go
mental
But no way they can
see in though (Nah)
OJ blade is a pencil
(Yeah)
Propane takin' my
cranium
Code-name Titanium
Temple
I almost swallowed my
car
I call my Mercedes a
Benzo
Bitch, I ball like a
baby
Ball like J, but not
Jay as in
Jay-Z, J as in Leno
'Cause I got a huge
mansion
No, huge man chin,
new Manson, loose cannon
Too scandalous, Sue
Atkins
The kinda crazy you
can't fix
I'm still the one
your parents hate
I'm in your house
eatin' carrot-cake
While I sit there and
wait and I marinate
I'm irritated, you
'bout to meet a scary fate
And come home to find
yourself starin' straight into a fuckin' barrel like Sharon Tate
Raise the concerto
while I narrate
Yeah, you be on the
straight and narrow like a fuckin' arrow shape
I be on a higher
plane in aerospace
With so much leg-room
and air space on this airplane
Unlike you 'cause
you're on a flight too, but it's a staircase
Now, little engine
go, finna vrin-vrin go
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow,
Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll,
up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone,
little engine
I am the top-sellin',
who cares?
Stop dwellin', then
stop yellin'
I'm not yellin',
you're yellin'
Smart aleck,
goddammit
Fuck is that? Stop
hammering (God)
That's what it sounds
like in my brain
Much as I fight to
restrain
I have the right to
remain violent
Any rhyme that I say
can and will be used against you
Icicle veins, mics
will get slain
Life it will strangle
you with bicycle chain
You're gonna have to
come identify the remains
Wait, what?
I said my head is
twisted like a bread tie (Yup)
Can't get a fuckin'
word in, edgewise (Shut up)
Success overnight
like a red-eye (Bitch)
Dressed like a Jedi
at a Best Buy on the Westside
I'm hot dog, no
you're not, I'm the guy with the Oscar at Meijers
In appliances by the
washers and dryers
Chick ran up like,
"Marshall on fire"
I looked down and
said, "No, I'm not, you're a liar"
She said, "No,
your music"
Heard you're back
with the Doctor and I heard
Now, little engine
go, finna vrin-vrin go
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow,
Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll,
up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone,
little engine
Dr. Dre
(Psycho) Psycho,
killer
Michael (Michael),
Thriller (Thriller), my flow, apeshit
I Go-rilla
My flow (My flow),
still a psycho (Psycho), killer (Killer)
(Nitro) Hi ho, Silva
Similes and idioms
giddy up
I think I can, I
think I can
I know I can, psycho
I am
Michael, my knife go
right hand
In my left hand, I
hold mic stand
Little engine gone
Ch-ch-chill like I
d-d-do z-z-zilch (Yeah)
Like Kaepernick, I
got n-n-kneel, word to Goodwill-will
This must be how
bein' hoodrich feels
Was a ghetto boy, now
I ball out like Bushwick Bill (Hi ho)
Finna take you out
like an outro
Bruce Wayne and
Alfred, look out ho
Blueface meets Albert
DeSalvo
Balboa with a scalpel
Scoundrel hound with
a mouth full of Alpo
Now, little engine
go, finna vrin-vrin go
I'm losin' control
Heroin and blow,
Marilyn Monroe
Overd-d-dose
Time to Ri-Rick-Roll,
up the en-endo
Like a win-window
Little engine gone,
little engine
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